My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 281: The Watcher

Enzo

Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

the treeline, a familiar scent slowly came to my nostrils. It was fading

gone now. He must have been watching us… But why? And how did he know we were here? The only possibility that came into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my father’s house. I hadn’t gone there since

out to Nina, who was still standing by the motorcycle with a combination

running up to me and grabbed my arm. “Don’t leave

he was, at the very least, up to no good. He clearly wanted my father to not come back, and he may have already heard about my father’s death now. Either he was working with the Crescents all along

it much darker inside the forest, and the sun had almost gone down so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me though with my night vision, and I kept going. I looked down

you think…” she whispered, pointing. I nodded slowly and put my finger to my lips to indicate for her to stay quiet, which she did. We then quietly walked further into the forest, following what looked like a very faint trail

Lewis’ scent had long since dissipated, but when I looked down, I could see that there were footprints in the snow. They looked like large

been doing that, though, was still a mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through windows, around corners,

it since we only moved there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape. I hated everything that it stood for. But I still needed

down at the footprints in the snow for a few moments. I could feel her trembling slightly beside me, although I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or just from the cold. Either way, I gently put my arm around her and rubbed

freely. The sound of the ocean rushed